A bamboo horse can't beat the sky, why will you cry if I leave?

> Of course, interviews still exist, and the last day after the exam is also the time when the number of journalists is the most.

"This student, after the college entrance examination, how many points do you estimate you can get?" "

General, just third, what, you ask me who is the first and second?

On the afternoon of the day after the college entrance examination, the prospective college students returned to the classroom and began to "pack" the test papers and books that accompanied them through the three years of youth.

"We're finally, graduated

!" "Woohoo~Take off

!" "Xiaoye is finally free!"

With the long-suppressed shouts of some students, everyone threw the test papers and books that had been torn to pieces into the air.

Snow-white pieces of paper, flying all over the sky.

The flaps fall like snow.

The pages of shredded paper floated in the wind, just like the mood of everyone present, ups and downs.

And when the piece of paper in that gaze crossed their eyes, they realized that youth might be slowly coming to an end.

However, at this time, a sentence still emerged in the minds of many people: the light boat has passed ten thousand mountains.

The words that could not be memorized, the problems that could not be solved, at this moment, are nothing.

Everything is in the magic effect of time, passing away....

At this moment, some people cry, some laugh, and some people howl with expressionless faces.

"I'm going to sleep until 12 o'clock tomorrow!"

"I can't wait for tomorrow, I'm going to play the league all night tonight! Hey, are you going?"

"???

YoheThe students were completely reveling, and downstairs, the principal and teachers, looking at the test papers in the sky, did not get angry for the first time.

Instead, he smiled gratifyingly.

Looking at the children they taught, watching them laugh unbridled in front of themselves, they suddenly rejoiced that these children had such a happy and carefree youth.

"They are all hope for the future," the

headmaster muttered, with a kind smile on his face, and turned away, "I hope they can maintain this innocence forever..."

Each class organized a party.

Everyone went, because everyone knew that this might be their last meeting, and they wanted to say goodbye not only to their old friends, but also to their former selves: goodbye.

At six o'clock in the evening, the Sichuan restaurant in front of Qingquan No. 1 Middle School was full.

Lin Mo organized this party after discussing with their classmates.

It was the first private meeting, perhaps, the last, of their class, other than the class meeting.

Although everyone spoke enthusiastically and kept in touch, under the double barrier of time and distance, after a few years, the dozens of people present may not even be able to get together.

At this moment, they are gathered together, at this moment, they jointly commemorate the lost youth, and at this moment, they are still best friends!

More than fifty people gathered around five large round tables, talking and laughing.

Some people talk about what happened this year, some people talk about their dreams, and some people say that they want to be a barrister, to be a good lawyer, to make those bad guys pay their due.

Others say that they want to be a police officer, catch those criminals, and uphold fairness and justice.

Some people say that they want to do the pharmaceutical industry, open a hospital, and cure all incurable diseases.

Of course, some people talked about their vision for future work, such as a certain classmate who wants to enter the entertainment industry to film or something...

Finally, two classmates ended the topic, one said: I want to be a scientist!

The classmates looked at each other, as if they had seen their own childhood, and told the elementary school teacher that they would be scientists when they grew up.

Ten years have passed, they have changed a lot, and their ideals have long been unpredictable....

The next moment, the topic changed again.

Talking about all the gossip he has known in the past three years, who is engaged in "underground romance" with whom, who has an ambiguous relationship with whom...

One by one, full of passion.

However, when they arrived at Lin Mo, they changed their tones.

Talking about the story of Lin Mo dominating the list for three years in Qingquan No. 1.

Lin Mo didn't write the story of Su Ran easily.

And Lin Mo's continuous mock exams are all spectacular stories with full scores!

This pile by piece, as witnesses, they were shocked at the beginning.

Now casually speaking, it still makes people's blood boil.

Lin Mo has undoubtedly become an insurmountable mountain in the hearts of everyone present.

In this regard, Lin Mo did not say anything, but just laughed with everyone.

As a first-hand experiencer, he was also embarrassed in his heart at this time.

In the previous life, he lost to Su Then, not only failed the college entrance examination, but even was mocked and humiliated by Su Ran in the final class reunion.

He even clearly remembered the scene when Su Ran confessed to An Miaowei in public when he was halfway through the meal!

Now, though, everything is different.

Su Ran has long been imprisoned, and An Miaowei doesn't know which corner to sit in and secretly wipe her tears now.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo sighed secretly.

Fate is truly wonderful.

Lin Mo poured himself a drink, then raised his glass and looked at Chu Yiyi, who was sitting on the side.

Chu Yiyi originally didn't want to participate in such a party that was meaningless to her, but Lin Mo came, and she followed.

After this separation, the next time we meet, I'm afraid it will take more than half a month!"

Chu Yiyi also happily raised the coconut milk in her hand and said with a smile: "Classmate Lin Mo, happy graduation."

The two looked at each other and laughed, as if they were saying: I am really lucky to have you as a friend.